Kusuriya no Hitorigoto

Libai had plenty of heavy purses in his nostalgia and was walking down the road leading to the flower district. That's my first day off since I got paid the other day. Libai, a martial arts officer, lives in a dormitory, but this is how he rolls out to the city on his day off. On the way is the waiting brothel of the great wheel of roses.

Today's footsteps are much lighter than usual. Earlier, because I met a woman I knew. A poorly crafted daughter called a cat and cat, but the handout is surprisingly wide. The Rose of the Great Wheel. The more you call the White Bell, the better you get along. The cat and cat almost crawled through the gate with a small bath. He said he hasn't had a break in a long time and is about to go home in the flower district. In that case, it would be imperative to say hello to your sister, who might even start at a tea party on the doorstep (lobby) of the Green Blue Hall.

It is usually a good opportunity to see the face of the flowers (basket), even if you attend the Green Blue Hall, for Libai, who almost ends up just drinking tea with a vulture. In other words, the cat and cat were dared to meet with the white bell.

That's why we headed, okay, but the sun just went south. The flower district finally lets guests in where the sun hides. I may be doing daytime shops, but I have heard from one of the vultures that white bells are night shaped and near evening even when awake. I just went, and the time is too soon.

"Shinaneka"

Libai decided to kill time at a restaurant nearby.

"Customer, what do you want?

My daughter, with a lotus-leaved impression, has spoken familiarly. It behaves like a waitress, but its gaze tries to value luxury white. The store is large but dim and the guests are sparse. Customers are the only ones talking to each other, and some are sticky when they serve.

I thought you went into the wrong store a little bit.

The place seems to be a little further away than the flower district, but it has that kind of function. The first floor is a restaurant, but the second floor is an inn, and that's the kind of shop where the service guides the guests to the room and doesn't go straight back.

Honestly, it's not a store I can represent.

What we're doing is the same with the brothel in Hanayo, but the question is whether it's a publicly recognized store or not. I don't have to sell flowers to earn more than just rice. In that case, the tax rate will also be applied.

If Libai were a hard-headed person, he would stick with evidence of tax evasion and handle it. But that's not the type of person Libai was, I just asked for it because the food the person in the next seat was eating seemed delicious. For birth, I know that's what I need to do, but Li Bai doesn't have that much head. It's an armful personality, and it's a pain in the ass if you get stunned by an official of this jurisdiction. If I were to do it, I would be foolish enough to swallow alcohol on a civilian I know with a sense of justice.

When he understood that the luggage white had just come for dinner, he corrected the posture he was making the shiatsu and went back to the kitchen. Being a woman in a place like this still switches quickly.

When Libai set his foot on the table, he looked around. The only guests were the pair who were obsessed with the service, the threesome who were talking to each other, the other who were eating dinner in the next seat, and the luxury white.

Oh, and Libai had an eye for the threesome tablecloth. One of the three was tapping the table. At its fingertips, there is a small piece of paper. When one of the servants comes with a liquor replacement, he goes down with an empty liquor bottle. Then the piece of paper I had left was gone.

I see. I thought Lippe.

There is still a collection of delicate things in the delicate shops. In addition to rice and flowers, they also sell information here. Listen to the threesome you're talking about.

"How have you been selling lately?

"Well, you're no different. Just a little high on hemp, I guess."

It's a very normal merchant conversation. Nothing suspicious there. I wish I could just do that, but I hear about it in a habit. I explore if there are any hidden words in the conversation.

I think that this world is not a bad time, but there is still something to complain about. There was even speculation going on about whether the explosion noise in the warehouse the other day was also something someone did. In the end, the cause of the fire was the result of the cigarette not ending in the warehouse number.

No, and Li Bai took out what he had from his nostalgia. It was given to me earlier by a cat and cat I met. It's an ivory flue. The clever woman polished and cleaned the workmanship, whether it belonged to the warehouse number. Because if I put on a new pattern, I could use it the same way again.

"You don't have to give it back, if you sell it, it'll be gold."

Libai has already heard of the owner's house from the warehouse clerk, among other things. I can't help but say something about someone else because I think you're a good person yourself. When I'm done eating, I think I'll go.

"Well done, though."

Ivory is a fang of a distant exotic creature. Of course, it is not readily available to ordinary people. If such an important thing was missing, I would surely be looking for it.

"Yes, sir, wait"

The servants brought warm porridge. The porridge of Kusan is a good chicken stock, and the vegetables and loose ends seem to mix very well. Other dishes that fried chicken wings, stir-fried vegetables, nuts and pork, and the smell show that the dish is a winner.

"Sounds good."

"Yeah, you're gonna be great."

With a lotus-leaved grin, the servant meditates on one eye to show. Apparently they are tempted. Previously, my forefinger might have moved on this girl who wasn't meaty or bad looking, but not now. Because I met a woman who didn't seem like a present to sleep on a lotus flower, the ideal of luxury white had been pushed through and made high. I can't even be satisfied with a woman like that now that I've tasted that great deal of fun.

"I'll have it, then."

Seeing where Libai started eating rice without showing any reaction, he returns with bad affection again. Today, she hasn't had a guest yet, and now she's going to the next seat pair.

Over there, there were two little fat men, and one looked unhealthy when he did it. My eyes are swollen and my face is swollen. I don't eat, I just drink tea. The food that seemed good was all flattened out by another man.

It's a waste not to eat such a good meal, Libai suggests chopsticks while thinking.

Shortly after, the three men of the ancestors finished their accounts. Li Bai licks his keys and realizes that the amount of money in the account is higher than the amount of booze, but he doesn't want to do anything about it. I just remembered my face well on the side.

And not long after the trio left, the two of them were eating dinner at the store.

The servants who took customers look at the luxury white as if it was a pain in the ass. He wants to finish eating quickly and clean up.

"What the hell, man?"

Libai walks down the road with his nose rough. Earlier, after I finished my meal, I went to deliver the flue. Then, what do you think, it's the former warehouse number of the booze-smelling inert beard that's been here. As soon as I showed him the ivory flue, I said, "I don't want that, throw it away on your own".

I'm not dressed as a government official right now. To go see the White Bell, I am careful with minimal familiarity, but I do not wear balls or bands indicating my official position, so the former warehouse number seems to have recognized it as just a run for use. It was embellished with various bodies.

When I checked that it wasn't important, I said, "You know, I got it because it gives me it, but it's not easy to use at all, and it doesn't burn properly." Li Bai tilted his neck.

Where are the people who chew on the ivory? To humans who don't know that or the value of this flue.

Explaining that the flue is made of ivory while I think the luggage white is a little unbearable, I said, "Huh? That's a joke," he laughed with his nose. Because the person I received was just a woman, because I didn't need her, and she made it easy for me. They honestly got it because it was not bad because it was made of spilled out.

Listening to this former warehouse number, there was something to hook me up with.

He strangely hates this flue, but apparently this man was about to light this flue and was expected to have caught fire in the warehouse. Thanks to this, life has burns all over the body of what is there, and the warehouse number is on its neck.

Libai was going to give the ivory flue pipe to the man, but he said he didn't want the man, so he decided not to.

I wanted to find out what bothered me.

Why, the woman leans her neck.

The flue pipe I got, the woman who gave it to me, the warehouse number, the grain warehouse, and the explosion.

Libai heads to the flower district as he feels something new and stinky about the case that should have been solved. To make a bit of a shortcut, I don't go out on the boulevard, I walk in a lonely alley. The flower district is to the south, so it should be early if you walk straight south.

In the meantime, footsteps echoed in the narrow alley. Li Bai has good ears, enough to hear about different seats in the tavern, enough to know how much money the guests paid for it. There's been so many times upstairs, "Are you a dog?" So much so that they say.

Five, three in front, two in the back. I can hear it from the alley across the house. If there are people running around the city, there's only one reason why they're either being chased by a gold lender, or by a wild dog, or not too often.

I accidentally climb up the fence in front of me and pass through the private house. Rough houses don't seem to be inhabited by people for years now. They don't complain when they come in. Gently peek through the gap between the walls.

There was a familiar face there. Earlier, the guests were eating at the tavern. The threesomes stranded on the wall are the ones who were buying information at the rice restaurant, and the rest are the little fat twos who were eating rice.

A pair hunts down a threesome. I would disagree with you in numbers, but that was understandable to Li Bai. The pair, he was in such a agile move that he couldn't think of it from his shape. The same goes for a man with a pathological face, but the other, a man without such characteristics as this, skilfully tightens the collar of one of the men who was fleeing. I talk to the blush in my ear, but it just didn't sound that much like a white ear.

You came across a bad place, Libai thought. Stop showing your face, leave your back on the walls and meditate quietly on your eyes. Kill the signs and concentrate only on your ears.

I could hear the moonlight interrogations, "Whose bribe is it," "What else..." in fragments. Another pale man seems to be keeping an eye on the other two. Whenever two people stick to a wall make strange moves, they must hear metal.

Li Bai doesn't know what the situation is, in this case, it would be easier not to do anything. If this is how you're chasing and interrogating in an unpopular place, I can tell you that there's something belly-black about each other. I don't know which is right, not right, or neither. Anyway, if your beautiful sister is being teased, even if you see the bastards teasing you, you're not willing to help.

If we're just going to kill him, we'll have to get our hands on him, but that doesn't seem necessary. I'm talking to the other guy, saying there's nothing about the little fat guy who finished interrogating me.

Let's go home, then.

When the pair tried to go home as if nothing had happened, one of them stopped on his feet. Just next to the liquor white is one wall apart.

There was a noise and a blade pierced right next to the white face.

"What's up?

"No, I felt like there was something there."

It seemed like it was my fault, and I heard a squeaky voice. The voice as if it had even caught a cold belonged to that blinding man. I don't know why, I don't even feel like it sounds familiar somewhere. But I can't seem to remember.

Libai placed his hand over his heart's heart's heart and waited for his pulse to subside.

The pair leave and finally exhale loudly where the remaining threesome is gone. I sighed with my sweaty head up. If you're going to mix in a fight, it's not right for you to hold your breath and stand still anyway. Still, I was proud to have been praised by the Master of Swords for his wildlife co-breath killing. I am shocked that I was about to be noticed.

"Oh, my God, he is."

I was kind of tired, but I got sand dust on my hips up my ass.

The sky is stained with red, and it is time for the butterflies of night to begin winging. Beautiful prostitutes wouldn't make it good for their guests to look damp. Li Bai slaps his cheeks properly with both hands. I had to change my mind and meet a beautiful big round of roses.

It is important that work is work, play is play, and switch well.